The gang hideout was in chaos. Dozens of members ran through the corridors, shouting orders, grabbing weapons, and trying to reinforce their positions. The alarms blared through the compound, the red emergency lights flashing across the walls. The distant sound of weapons fire echoed through the halls, mixed with the screaming of their own men.
A gang lieutenant pushed through the scrambling members, his voice cutting through the panic. "Set up the E-Webs! Anyone without a blaster, get to cover! Hold the door!" He gestured toward a group lugging a heavy repeating blaster into position, its power pack humming as they activated it.
More of them took positions behind overturned crates and makeshift barricades, blasters aimed at the reinforced durasteel door at the front of the compound. The gang had fought off bounty hunters, rival crews, even the occasional enforcer squad from the upper levels. But this? This was something else.
The screaming outside grew louder. Then it stopped.
Silence.
The only sound left was the wailing alarm.
A few of them looked at each other, their hands gripping their blasters tighter. The lieutenant swallowed hard, raising his weapon, his voice quieter now. "Hold your positions. Stay focused."
A soft sound echoed through the room. Footsteps. Slow, deliberate.
The overhead lights flickered. A few of the gang members gasped, the shaking ones gripping their blasters tighter. The lights cut out completely, leaving only the pulsing red glow of the alarms.
The durasteel door crumpled inward like it had been made of flimsi, folding and collapsing into itself.
They opened fire.
Blaster bolts filled the air, a wall of plasma lighting up the room. The repeating blasters poured out a steady stream of destruction, the heat of the barrage making the air shimmer. They kept firing, unloading everything they had. The room filled with smoke, the scent of tibanna gas thick.
They only stopped when their weapons overheated, their barrels glowing from the sustained fire.
A red glow ignited in the darkness. Then another.
Two lightsabers bathed the smoke-filled room in crimson light.
"Fire! Fire! Fire!" someone screamed.
Blasters erupted again, bolts flashing through the smoke. The red blades moved, deflecting shots back into their ranks. One gang member dropped with a bolt through his skull. Another screamed as his own shot burned through his gut. The twin sabers cut through the room like a force of nature, deflecting, slicing, closing the distance in seconds.
A man raised his rifle—his arm hit the ground before he even realized it had been severed. He barely had time to scream before a saber slashed across his chest.
Another tried to run—he was yanked into the air, his body twisting unnaturally. Bones snapped one after another in rapid succession before his crushed corpse was flung into a group behind him.
The lieutenant fell back, hands shaking as he fumbled to reload. A burst of lightning arced from the darkness, hitting him square in the chest. His body convulsed, the stench of burning flesh filling the air as he hit the floor, his charred hands twitching.
The last few survivors dropped their weapons, hands raised, their faces pale. One tried to crawl away—his body lifted, turned in midair, then was thrown headfirst into the durasteel wall with a sickening crack.
Only one remained.
The leader.
He tried to back away, but an invisible force grabbed him, pulling him forward. He landed hard on his knees, gasping as his own body betrayed him. The twin sabers extinguished, leaving only the glow of the alarms to light the room.
A shadow loomed over him.
"You belong to me now."
His breathing came in ragged gasps. His head lowered, sweat dripping from his forehead to the bloodstained floor beneath him. He didn't speak. He couldn't speak.
The voice came again, calm, final.
"Say it."
His throat clenched, his body still locked in place, held by an unseen force. His lips trembled before the words finally came out, weak, barely above a whisper.
"I belong to you."
"Good... now." Darth Tenebra's eyes flickered with impatience as she raised her hand, activating the holoprojector on her wrist. A flickering blue image of a man appeared—Jaden. The gang leader on his knees before her dared not look up, his breath coming in shallow gasps as she loomed over him.
"This man," she said, her voice cold and sharp, "is somewhere on this level. He is hiding. He may have changed his name. He may have masked his presence. I do not care."
She lowered her arm, her eyes locking onto him like durasteel clamps. "I want every single man you have out there, looking. Searching. Grabbing anyone with the name Jaden. Anyone who fits his description. Drag them in, break them apart, bleed them if you have to." She leaned down, her voice dropping lower. "I want results."
The gang leader swallowed, his body trembling. "Y-yes, my Lady."
Her lips curled in disgust at his weakness. She lifted her hand and, with a flick of her fingers, sent him flying backward. His body slammed into a heap of his fallen men, his groan barely audible over the silence that now hung in the ruined hideout. Darth Tenebra turned, stepping over broken bodies, pushing them aside with the Force as she moved toward the exit. The corpses shifted, scraping against the floor, clearing a path for her as if the room itself recognized its new master.
She had been at this for weeks, tearing through the lower levels, killing those who resisted, enslaving those who submitted. Every gang she crushed, every leader she took control of, was given the same order—find Jaden. The probability of success was low. A handful of criminals combing the underworld had little chance of doing what she could not, but it was better than nothing.
She strode outside, stepping into the dim, sickly glow of the neon-lit undercity streets. The air was thick with the stench of fuel and rot, the distant hum of speeders above barely reaching this deep below the surface.
Several armed men stood waiting—leaders of the gangs she had brought to heel. They stiffened at her approach. Not one of them met her gaze. They knew what would happen if they failed her.
"It's done," she said simply. "Get the supplies."
They hesitated for a fraction of a second before moving. Weapons slung over shoulders, boots pounding against the duracrete, they scattered like rats, eager to carry out her command.
Darth Tenebra watched them go before turning down an alleyway, disappearing into the shadows. Her fists clenched at her sides as the frustration boiled inside her.
This was supposed to have been easy.
Jaden was nothing compared to her. He lacked the training, the refinement, the sheer mastery of the Force that she possessed. He should have been dead by now. Yet every time she found him, he slipped through her fingers, mocking her with his survival. Her anger flared. A discarded crate at the side of the alley cracked apart, splitting into splinters and dust as she let out a sharp breath. She needed control. She needed to focus.
A rustling noise caught her attention.
She spun, lightsaber igniting in an instant. The crimson glow bathed the narrow alleyway, revealing a small, filthy figure cowering in the corner.
It was a girl.
Thin, covered in grime, hair so matted with dirt it barely held its natural blonde color. She was no more than seven or eight years old. She had been digging through the trash, searching for food, but the sudden movement had startled her. She had stumbled, fallen onto the duracrete, her wide eyes locked onto the burning red of the Sith's blade.
Darth Tenebra stared at her. The girl smelled of sweat, filth, and rot. She was trembling, her bony fingers clutching at the rags she wore as if that would somehow protect her.
For a long moment, neither of them moved.
Then, with a flick of her wrist, Tenebra extinguished her saber.
The girl remained frozen, too terrified to breathe.
Darth Tenebra stood there, watching her, then reached into her robes and pulled out a ration pack. Without a word, she dropped it onto the girl's lap.
The child flinched at the sudden movement, staring at the package like it might explode.
Tenebra turned away. She stepped deeper into the shadows, disappearing into the darkness without another glance.
The girl sat there, silent, staring at the ration pack in her hands. Then, with shaking fingers, she tore it open and ate.
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Zule gritted her teeth as she eased the Baudo-class yacht into the secondary hangar of Jaden's hideout. The ship hummed softly as it descended, its repulsorlifts guiding it into position. She barely exhaled as it settled down onto the landing struts.
Getting this thing had been a nightmare.
Sneaking into the shipyard had been the first problem—security was tight, and though she'd learned how to move unseen on Jabiim, Coruscant was another story entirely. Cameras, patrols, droids—there were too many eyes. She'd nearly been caught twice before slipping into the maintenance bay where the ship had been stored.
The second problem had been Aubrie. She had been there, likely checking in on the ship just as Zule was about to power it up. Zule had barely ducked behind a control console in time, holding her breath as Aubrie examined the vessel from the outside, completely unaware of the stowaway inside. For a moment, Zule had considered abandoning the plan, waiting until another time—but she didn't have another time. If she'd waited, there was no way to know when she'd get another shot.
The third problem—enforcers. The moment she'd lifted off, alarms had sounded. The ship had been locked down with tracking protocols, and they had been on her tail before she even cleared the first level. Zule had pushed the yacht into a dive, weaving through the labyrinth of Coruscant's lower districts, losing them in the tangled mess of structures and blind spots. But it had been close. Too close. If the navigation system on this ship wasn't so advanced, if it hadn't practically flown itself, she would have crashed or been shot down before she even made it back.
But she'd done it. The ship was here. And now Jaden owed her.
She powered everything down, making sure there was no active trace left behind, then climbed out of the cockpit. The hangar was tight, barely big enough for the yacht, and she had to squeeze between the ship and the crumbling walls to reach the exit. This whole hideout was a mess, but she supposed that was the point. If it looked like a scrap heap, no one would think to look here.
She reached the small tunnel leading to the main hangar and groaned when she saw the state of it. Most of the tunnels had collapsed over time, and the ones that weren't completely blocked were just barely passable. She sucked in a breath and started through, pressing against the cold metal walls, crawling through tight spaces, dragging herself over broken durasteel beams.
She was covered in dust and irritated by the time she neared the exit. She was about to call out, let them know she was back, but something made her hesitate. Voices.
Zule didn't know why she stayed silent, her footsteps soft as she crept around the last corner. The voices sharpened, drawing her in.
Then she saw them.
Jaden and Velea. Naked on the beat-up sofa.
Her breath hitched, her body freezing in place.
Jaden's cock was hard, jutting up from his lap, thick and ready. He let out a shaky laugh, leaning back against the ripped cushions, his head tilted, exposing the line of his throat. His chest rose and fell fast. Velea sat close, her pale purple skin gleaming, her big breasts swaying slightly as she shifted. Her lekku hung over his shoulders, brushing his bare skin, while her fingers trailed down his chest, slow and trembling, stopping just above his stomach.
Zule's mind blanked out.
She should've turned away. Should've bolted.
But her eyes stayed glued to them.
Jaden swallowed hard, his laugh cutting off as Velea's hand hovered lower, her nails grazing his skin. His erection twitched, and he shifted his hips, awkward and unsure. Velea bit her lip, her own nerves showing in the way her lekku twitched, her heavy breasts pressing against his arm as she leaned in closer, her breath uneven.
Velea shifted on the sofa, her bare purple skin brushing against Jaden's as she swallowed hard, her lekku twitching nervously. She glanced at his hard cock, then quickly away, her voice shaky as she started talking. "Okay, uh, Jaden, it's... it's not hard—well, I mean, it is hard, obviously, but, um, not complicated. You just... you take it in your hand, like, grip it here—" She gestured vaguely toward his erection, her fingers trembling. "And then you, uh, move it up and down. Not too fast at first, just... yeah, like that. It's supposed to feel good. I think."
Jaden stared at her, his face flushed, his own breath uneven. "I can't believe we're doing this," he muttered, his voice cracking slightly as he ran a hand through his damp hair. "This is insane, Velea."
She forced a small, awkward smile, her eyes darting to his before dropping again. "It's fine, really. Totally fine. I mean, you've never... and I'm just helping, right? No big deal." Her words stumbled out, trying to convince herself as much as him, but her hands fidgeted in her lap, betraying her nerves.
Velea hesitated, her gaze locking on his cock again—long, thick, standing rigid between them. Her stomach flipped, and she froze for a moment, her breath catching. She hadn't planned this, hadn't expected to feel anything herself, but just looking at it sent a shiver through her. Slowly, her hand inched forward, pausing mid-air as her fingers hovered over him. She bit her lip, her heart pounding, then finally wrapped her fingers around his shaft, gripping it gently but firmly.
The heat hit her first—his cock was warm, almost hot, pulsing faintly against her palm. Her core tightened instantly, a sharp ache blooming low in her belly as the sensation shot through her. She let out a quiet gasp, her eyes widening. This isn't good, she thought, panic mixing with something else. Just touching him was lighting her up, sparks racing down her spine, tingling in her fingertips, pooling between her legs. She hadn't done anything like this in years—not since the last time she'd let herself get close to someone, back when she was still in the academy.
Twi'leks were wired for this stuff—sexual by nature, their bodies quick to respond, craving it in ways she'd always tried to ignore. But Jaden, sitting there, so virile, was undoing her. Her vagina was already soaked, her thighs slick as she felt herself dripping, her control slipping with every second. She could smell him—sweat, skin, arousal—and it was driving her wild, making her want to climb onto him and lose herself completely.
Her breathing turned heavy, ragged, as she pressed closer, her big breasts squashing against his arm, her lips brushing his neck. She exhaled hotly against his skin, her hand starting to move—slow, tentative strokes up and down his length. "Like this," she murmured, her voice low and shaky. "You just... move it up and down, okay? Does—does that feel good?" She glanced at him, her cheeks flushed a deeper purple, her toes curling into the sofa as she felt his cock throb under her grip. Her thighs rubbed together, trying to ease the ache building inside her, her body screaming for more.
Jaden groaned, his head tipping back slightly, his hands gripping the sofa cushions. "Yeah... yeah, it does," he managed, his voice tight, overwhelmed. She felt him pulse again, harder this time, and it sent another jolt through her, her breath hitching as she kept going, her hand sliding along his shaft, slick with the faintest sheen of sweat.
"Good," she stammered, her lips still close to his neck, her tongue darting out to wet them. "Just... keep it steady, like this. You can go faster if you want, or—or slower, whatever feels right." Her hand moved a little quicker now, testing, her fingers tightening slightly as she worked him. She couldn't stop the way her body reacted—her nipples hardened against him, her thighs squeezing tighter, her own arousal soaking through to the point she could feel it dripping down her legs. "Is that... is that okay?" she asked again, her voice barely above a whisper, her toes curling harder as his cock throbbed in her hand, thick and alive under her touch.
She was losing it, and she knew it. Every stroke sent waves through her, her core clenching, her mind fogging with want. She pressed herself closer, her breasts flattening against his side, her breath hot and uneven on his skin. She didn't know how much longer she could keep this up without giving in to the heat consuming her, but she kept moving, kept talking, kept trying to focus on him even as her own body begged for release.
Velea's hand kept sliding up and down Jaden's cock, her grip steady but shaky with nerves. After a few strokes, a bead of pre-cum oozed from the tip, glistening in the dim light. It smeared under her fingers, making her hand slicker, the wetness easing each glide along his shaft. Jaden groaned low in his throat, his hips twitching up into her touch. She leaned in close, her lips brushing his ear, her breath hot and uneven. "It's easier when it's wet," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of embarrassment and lust. She pulled her hand back, raising it to her mouth. Her tongue flicked out, licking her palm from base to fingertips, her eyes half-lidded as she tasted the faint saltiness of him. She wrapped her hand back around his cock, the slickness from her spit mixing with his pre-cum, making it glide smoother, faster.
Her strokes picked up speed, her fingers tightening just a bit, and Jaden's head tipped back, another groan escaping him. "Kriff, that's... better," he muttered, his voice thick with pleasure. Velea's lekku twitched as she watched his reaction, her own body heating up. She switched it up, trying different moves—twisting her wrist slightly at the top, then dragging her thumb over the tip, smearing more pre-cum. "Which feels best?" she asked, her voice shaky. "This?" She gave a quick, firm pump. "Or this?" She slowed down, dragging her hand all the way to the base and back up, teasing.
Jaden's breath hitched, his hands gripping the sofa harder. "The... the second one," he managed, his face flushed, eyes squeezed shut.
Velea's other hand slipped between her legs, her fingers finding her clit, already swollen and slick from how wet she was. She started rubbing it, small circles at first, and a soft "Mmm" slipped from her lips, her body jolting at the contact. Her strokes on Jaden's cock didn't falter, though, her rhythm picking up as she pressed closer, her big breasts squashing against his side. "Is it good?" she murmured, her voice turning husky. "You're so big, Jaden... so hard. This shuk'orok—this cock—could bed any Twi'lek, you know, they'd do anything for it inside them." The word rolled off her tongue, dirty in her language, and she felt her core clench just saying it.
Her fingers moved faster on her clit, her moans growing louder—sharp little "Ahh"s and "Ohh"s spilling out as she rubbed herself, her thighs trembling. "Tell me it's good," she panted, her hand pumping his cock quicker now. "Cum for me, Jaden, come on... I want it." Her voice was desperate, her toes curling tight, her thighs squeezing together as she felt him throb harder in her grip. She could tell he was close—his cock pulsed, the veins standing out, more pre-cum leaking from the tip.
"Please," she begged, her moans rising to a fevered pitch, "Nngh, cum, Jaden!" Her fingers dug into her clit, stroking hard and fast, her whole body tensing as she pushed herself toward the edge with him.
Jaden's groans turned guttural, his hips bucking up into her hand. "Velea, I—I'm gonna—" he choked out, and then he was there, his cock jerking as he came. Thick ropes of cum shot out, splattering over her hand, dripping down her fingers, warm and sticky. At the same time, Velea's moans peaked—"Ohhh, yes!"—her body shuddering as she hit her own climax. Her fingers pressed hard against her clit, and she squirted, a hot gush soaking the sofa beneath her, her legs curling up tight as the pleasure ripped through her.
They both sat there, panting, moaning through the aftershocks. Jaden's chest heaved, his cum still trickling over Velea's purple hand, while her thighs trembled, slick with her own release. She shifted closer, pressing her sweaty body against his, her arms wrapping around him in a clumsy hug. Her breaths came fast and heavy, her cheek against his shoulder as she looked down at her hand, coated in his thick, white semen.
She couldn't help herself. Her lekku twitched, her core still buzzing, and she brought her hand to her lips. Her tongue darted out, licking up a streak of his cum, tasting the salty bitterness of him. A low "Mmm" rumbled in her throat as she cleaned it off, sucking her fingers one by one, her eyes fluttering shut. She moaned again, softer this time, savoring it, the act sending little jolts through her already oversensitive body. She hugged him tighter, her wet skin sticking to his, her mind hazy with satisfaction as the taste of him lingered on her tongue.
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Jaden sat at his workbench, tightening the last screw on the wrist module before sliding it onto his arm. A small, compact device, designed for utility and survival—a plasma cutter, a grappling line, and an electromagnetic disruptor all packed into one. He flexed his wrist, testing the mechanisms, watching the small servos engage smoothly.
It worked. That was one thing going right.
His mind, though, was a different story.
Ever since Velea helped him release, something had changed. He hadn't understood it at first—his body had never reacted to anything like that before. The Void Brand had dulled everything—food, pain, exhaustion, pleasure. He had lived without wanting things, without craving them.
Now?
Now it was all he could think about.
The heat, the pressure, the relief. It wasn't like hunger or thirst—it was worse. It sat in the back of his head, an itch he couldn't scratch, an urge that didn't go away no matter how much he tried to ignore it.
But he couldn't just ask Velea for more.
He wasn't some desperate idiot. She'd helped once, but that didn't mean she'd do it again. He wouldn't put her in that position, wouldn't assume she was there just to help him figure himself out.
Jaden sighed, rolling his shoulders before glancing up at the Baudo-class yacht sitting in the hangar.
The trash shuttle was off to the side, already being stripped for parts. No point in keeping that wreck around when they had a real ship now.
His gaze shifted as Zule stepped down from the yacht's ramp.
She looked at him, met his eyes for half a second.
Then she turned away.
Jaden frowned.
She'd been acting strange ever since she got back. He knew stealing the ship had been a struggle—sneaking past security, dodging enforcers, almost running into Aubrie—but she'd handled all that just fine. The weird part was how quiet she was now.
He wasn't going to push. If it was important, she'd tell him.
He finished locking the wrist module into place before standing and stretching. Enough messing around. Time to check on the real project.
Jaden stepped into the lounge, the glow from the holographic projector casting flickering blue light over the walls. The Baudo-class yacht's systems hummed softly, the air perfectly regulated by the ship's climate control, but despite that, Velea was still dressed like she was in a heatwave—tight underwear, barely-there top, skin gleaming with sweat from hours of work. He didn't know why she refused to wear proper clothes, but for some reason, he didn't feel like complaining.
She was muttering curses, fingers moving over the keypad as she cycled through another simulation. Jaden glanced at the projection. Complex mathematical models flickered in real-time, the engine core at the center, its components twisting apart and reforming as the system analyzed different reactions.
Then it detonated—again.
A small alarm blared before the hologram reset.
Velea let out a frustrated groan, her lekku twitching as she slammed a fist against the console.
Jaden leaned against the table. "Problem?"
She shot him a glare. "No, everything's perfect, I just love watching our engine explode."
Jaden smirked. "Figures."
Velea sighed, rubbing at her forehead before turning to face him. "The stabilizing crystal isn't enough. Every model I run, the antimatter reaction destabilizes within point-zero-two seconds, causing total system failure."
Jaden frowned. "It should be enough. I ran the numbers. The crystal's molecular lattice should sustain the reaction under controlled conditions."
Velea pointed at the display. "It would've worked for the shuttle, but with the yacht's larger power core, we're dealing with higher energy output. More energy means a larger antimatter reaction, and a larger reaction means—"
"—more instability." Jaden exhaled, crossing his arms. "Kriff."
Velea nodded. "Yeah. Kriff."
Jaden slid into the seat next to her, fingers tapping against the table as he pulled up his own set of calculations. He ran a new simulation, tweaking the reactor shielding, adjusting the containment field, compensating for the energy spread—every variable he could think of.
Failure.
Again.
Failure.
Again.
Velea leaned over his shoulder, watching as he altered the model for the fiftieth time. "What if we reinforce the containment field with a secondary particle dampener?"
Jaden shook his head. "It slows the spread, but it doesn't stabilize it. The antimatter is still reacting too violently with the standard crystal structure."
"Maybe if we layer the stabilization matrix—"
"Tried that. It creates interference patterns in the field harmonics, making the whole thing even less stable."
They kept at it for hours, cycling through theories, debating designs, arguing over calculations. Velea suggested a modified ionization buffer, Jaden countered with an electromagnetic recoil dampener. She threw in a supercooled lattice array, he tried integrating a quantum phase capacitor.
Nothing worked.
Eventually, Jaden pushed back from the console, rubbing his eyes. "I need air."
Velea stretched, groaning as she sat back on the table. "Yeah, good idea. I was about to start headbutting this thing."
Jaden stepped out of the ship, breathing in the stale undercity air. It wasn't fresh, but at least he didn't have to look at a damn screen out here. He ran a hand through his damp hair, rolling his shoulders.
Movement caught his eye.
Zule, a few meters away, training with her lightsaber. She moved through the forms, blade humming through the air as she transitioned from defensive parries to aggressive strikes.
Jaden's eyes drifted lower.
Not at her, at the weapon in her hands.
His mind snapped to the calculations, to the problem they'd spent hours trying to fix. His heart pounded.
He spun on his heel, rushing back inside.
Velea looked up in alarm as he stormed back into the lounge.
"What? What happened?"
Jaden ignored her, rapidly inputting new parameters into the simulator. He replaced the current stabilizing crystal with a different molecular structure.
A Kyber Crystal.
He hit execute.
The model ran.
The reaction stabilized.
No detonation. No failure.
Velea stared at the results, her mouth slightly open. "What the kriff did you just do?"
Jaden smirked. "I used a Kyber Crystal as the catalyst."
Velea blinked, then laughed in disbelief. "Are you—wait—what? A Kyber Crystal? As in the Jedi crystal? That's—" She looked at the model again. "That's actually kriffing genius."
Jaden leaned back, watching the successful model cycle through again and again. "It makes sense. Kyber Crystals are naturally attuned to energy, capable of focusing and amplifying power without degradation."
Velea ran a hand through her lekku, still staring at the hologram. "I never even thought to try it."
She glanced at Jaden, eyes glinting with something.
Something hungry.
Jaden raised a brow. "What?"
She shook her head, snapping out of it. "Nothing. Just... I love it when you pull genius shit like this."
Jaden chuckled. "Yeah, yeah."
Velea's excitement dimmed a little. "But there's a problem."
Jaden sighed. "Of course there is."
Velea nodded. "Kyber Crystals aren't exactly common. Even if we could get one, it'd have to be big to handle the power levels we're dealing with."
Jaden drummed his fingers against the table, thinking. "We'll figure it out. I'm sure there's no limit to what the black market can get."
He glanced at the hologram again. They had a solution. That was the first step.
For now?
They build the rest of the engine.
Jaden leaned over the table, his fingers flying across the datapad as he punched in new calculations. He muttered to himself, adjusting variables, sketching out a revised engine design to match the ship's updated specs. "Need to account for the extra mass... reroute the power flow here..." He scribbled a new diagram, lines crisscrossing the hologram, tweaking the fuel injectors and exhaust ports to compensate. He wasn't taking chances—every detail had to be right, no overlooked flaws, no weak spots.
Velea stood nearby, her pale purple arms crossed, watching him work. Her big breasts pressed against her vest, still slightly damp from earlier, and her lekku hung loose over her shoulders. As his hands moved, she bit her lip, a familiar heat swelling low in her belly. The way he concentrated, brow furrowed, fingers tapping out numbers, stirred something in her. Her thighs shifted, rubbing together as the ache grew, a flush creeping up her neck.
"Uh, Jaden?" she said, her voice coming out shaky, a little too loud in the quiet room. She cleared her throat, fidgeting with her hands.
He didn't look up, still running numbers, the datapad glowing under his touch. "What's up?" he asked, distracted, his eyes flicking between equations.
Velea swallowed, her blush deepening, turning her purple cheeks a darker shade. "I, um... I just wanted to say, you know, if—if you need relief again, like before... you can just ask me." Her words stumbled out, her lekku twitching nervously as she stared at the floor, then risked a glance at him. "I mean it. Anytime."
Jaden's fingers froze mid-tap, the datapad humming softly in the sudden silence. His cock throbbed hard in his underwear, a jolt of heat rushing through him at her words. He turned slowly, facing her, his face burning as he processed what she'd said. Her offer hung there, and his throat tightened, his erection straining against the fabric.
Velea stood there, her blush bright against her purple skin, her eyes darting to his before dropping again. "I'm happy to help," she added, quieter now, her voice trembling but earnest. "Anytime you need it, really. I don't mind." She shifted her weight, her vest clinging to her curves, her nervous smile barely hiding the heat simmering behind it.
...
Outside the ship, Zule swung her lightsaber through the air, the hum of the blade cutting through the quiet as she finished her forms. Her movements were powerfully as she went through dorm V, her toned arms flexing with each slash and thrust. Sweat dripped down her neck, soaking into her tight vest, the fabric clinging to her full breasts, her trousers hugging her thick hips and strong thighs. She planted her feet, deactivating the saber with a flick of her wrist, the blue glow fading as she stood there, chest heaving.
Her mind wasn't on the training, though—not really. Ever since she'd stumbled across Jaden and Velea on that sofa, naked and tangled up in something so indecent, she'd barely been able to face either of them. She'd seen Jaden's hard cock, Velea's big breasts pressed against him, her hand moving over him, and the image had burned itself into her brain. Every time she looked at Jaden now, her eyes darted away, her face heating up. Velea didn't help either—just made it worse, made her stomach twist with something she didn't want to name.
Life in the Jedi Temple had drilled it into her: desire was a distraction, a path to the dark side. Attachments, lust, all of it was off-limits, a door she'd been taught to keep shut. But she wasn't blind to it—never had been. Back in her quarters at the temple, late at night when the halls were silent, she'd given in plenty of times. Her fingers would slip under her robes, finding that spot between her legs, rubbing until her breath hitched and her body shook. She knew what it felt like to want, to need, to chase that release until she was panting into her pillow. But that was years ago—before missions got harder, before she'd locked that part of herself away. She hadn't touched herself in so long she'd almost forgotten the ache.
Then she'd seen Jaden naked. His body—strong, lean, glistening with sweat—had hit her like a punch. Her thighs had clenched, her core tightening as heat flooded her. It wasn't just shock; it was hunger. Before that moment, she'd thought what she felt for him was respect—admiration for his grit, his mind, the way he helped everyone regardless of the detriment to himself. Friendship, maybe. But standing there, watching him with Velea, she'd realized it was more. So much more. She didn't just want his respect or his trust. She wanted his hands on her, his mouth crashing against hers, his body pinning her down. She craved him—every inch of him—and the thought alone made her wet, her underwear sticking to her skin even now as she stood outside.
Seeing Velea with him had lit something ugly inside her—lust, yes, but jealousy too, a bitter burn that twisted in her chest. She'd wanted to shove Velea aside, take her place, feel Jaden's heat for herself. Her fingers had twitched toward her saber that day, not to fight but to do something with the energy roaring through her. It was primal, messy, and it scared her. This wasn't the Jedi way. She was supposed to be better—calm, controlled, above all this. Desire was a trap, a crack in her discipline she couldn't afford. She'd spent her life building walls against it, and now they were crumbling, all because of him. But then again she wasn't a Jedi anymore.
Zule's breathing came hard and fast, her chest rising and falling as she gripped her lightsaber tighter. She had to get it together. She ignited the blade again, the hum filling the air as she launched back into her forms, slashing at nothing, her movements harder now, almost frantic. Sweat poured down her face, stinging her eyes, but she didn't stop. She couldn't. The lust was clawing at her, pooling low in her belly, making her thighs tremble. She swung the saber in wide arcs, grunting with each strike, trying to drown it out—the heat, the want, the image of Jaden's naked body seared into her mind. Her muscles burned, her breath ragged, but she kept going, pushing herself until her legs shook and her arms ached. It wasn't enough, but it had to be. She had to be stronger than this.
Finally, she stopped, deactivating the saber and clipping it to her belt. Her hands rested on her hips, head tilted back as she sucked in air, trying to steady herself. The need still simmered, a dull ache she couldn't shake, but she forced it down, buried it deep. She wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand, her vest clinging tighter to her chest, and turned toward the ship. She had to go back in—face them, act normal, pretend her body wasn't screaming for something she couldn't have. Her boots crunched against the ground as she walked, each step heavy, her jaw clenched tight. She didn't know how she'd look at Jaden without her face giving her away, but she'd figure it out.
Zule stepped into the ship, the cool air hitting her sweat-soaked skin as the hatch hissed shut behind her. Her boots tapped lightly against the metal floor, but then she froze—a low, throaty moan echoed down the corridor. Her core tightened instantly, a sharp pulse of heat shooting through her, making her thighs clench. She held her breath, ears straining, her body betraying her with a shiver she couldn't stop. The sound came again, softer but unmistakable, pulling her forward like a tether. She moved quietly, her steps deliberate, heart pounding in her chest as she crept toward the lounge entrance.
She stopped just before the doorway, peering around the edge, and her eyes widened, her breath catching hard in her throat. There they were—Jaden and Velea. From her side view, she could see it all. Jaden stood, his trousers shoved down to his ankles, his hard cock jutting out, thick and flushed. Velea sat on the table in front of him, her legs spread, her bare feet rubbing up and down his calves, her purple toes curling against his skin. Her vest was off, her big breasts bouncing slightly as she moved, and her hands were wrapped around Jaden's shaft, stroking him slow and firm, her fingers slick with pre-cum.
Jaden leaned down, kissing Velea deep, his mouth pressing hard against hers, their lips sliding together wetly. He pulled back, trailing his mouth across her jaw, then down her neck, sucking at the sensitive purple skin there. Velea tilted her head back, a loud "Mmm-ahh!" escaping her as his lips found one of her lekku, brushing it, then kissing it lightly. "Ohh, that feels so good, Jaden," she moaned, her hands moving faster on his cock. "Right there—yes!"
His hands roamed her body, sliding up her sides, then cupping her heavy breasts. He squeezed them, thumbs brushing over her dark violet nipples, making them harden under his touch. Velea arched into him, another "Nngh!" spilling out as he kneaded her flesh, his mouth still working her neck and lekku, leaving faint purple marks on her skin.
Zule stood there, barely breathing, her chest tight as she watched. Her hand moved before she could stop it, slipping down to the waistband of her trousers, then lower, under her underwear. Her fingers found her clit, already swollen and wet, and she bit her lip hard to stifle a gasp. She rubbed herself slowly, matching Velea's rhythm on Jaden's cock, her eyes locked on them. Her body burned, the heat spreading from her core, her thighs trembling as she pressed harder, her breath shallow and ragged.
Jaden groaned into Velea's neck, his hips bucking slightly into her hands. "Velea... kriff," he muttered, his voice rough, his hands squeezing her breasts tighter. Velea's strokes sped up, her palms gliding over him, slick and steady, her feet still rubbing his legs. "Ahh—ohh, yes!" she moaned, her lekku twitching as his mouth sucked at them again. "Keep going, it's so good!"
Zule's fingers moved faster, her clit throbbing under her touch, her wetness soaking her hand. She couldn't look away—Jaden's cock pulsed in Velea's grip, more pre-cum leaking out, Velea's breasts bouncing with every movement, her moans filling the room. Zule's other hand gripped the wall for balance, her knees weak as she rubbed herself harder, her breath hitching silently.
Velea's hand twisted slightly on Jaden's shaft, her thumb smearing the tip, and he grunted, his head dropping to her shoulder. "I'm close," he warned, his voice strained. Velea panted, her own body tensing. "Me too—cum with me, Jaden, please," she begged, her "Ohh-ahh!" louder now, her feet pressing harder against his legs.
Zule felt it building, her fingers frantic on her clit, her core clenching tight. She watched as Jaden's cock throbbed harder, Velea's hands pumping fast, her breasts jiggling in his grip. "Now—now!" Velea cried, her voice breaking into a sharp "Nngh!" as she came, her body shuddering, her thighs squeezing together, a wet spot darkening the table beneath her.
Jaden groaned loud, his hips jerking as he came, thick spurts of cum shooting out, splattering over Velea's hands, dripping down onto her thighs. At the same moment, Zule's fingers pushed her over the edge—her knees buckled, a choked "Mmph!" escaping her as she came hard, her pussy clenching, soaking her hand and trousers. Her legs shook, her body curling forward slightly as waves of pleasure ripped through her, her eyes still fixed on them.
Velea slumped against Jaden, breathing heavy, her hands sticky with his cum, a satisfied "Mmm" humming from her throat. Jaden panted, his chest heaving, his cock softening as he leaned into her, their bodies pressed close. Zule slid down the wall a little, her hand still between her legs, her own release leaving her dizzy, her trousers damp against her skin. She couldn't move, couldn't think—just watched them, her body buzzing, her mind a mess of lust and shame.
(AN: So this is the first sexual chapter, I've kept it light to start with. I'm sure a lot of you expected Zule to be his partner but this makes more sense I think. Zule hasn't had sex before and has a lifetime of Jedi indoctrination to get over. Though with her lust it'll happen quickly. Anyway lemons aren't gonna be a big part of the story and will only be included when necessary. Hope you enjoyed it.)
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